! ! DIBS ! !
I googled the word to double check
& wow
who woulda guessed, people have uttered this syllable since
& here I thought my family owned all rights.
rats.
We sure do say, call, declare and express it though.
Alot.
Family LOVES to announce dibs.
Catch us at any gathering and you’re sure to hear someone laying claim to something or another.
We even have a Dibs List
I started it years ago, just to keep track of who wants what.
We dibs over miscellaneous, silly things that matter to only us.
We are catching memories, really.
Priceless memories.
Walk into the basement of our childhood home and you walk into a time warp.
Games, toys, this, that
& stuff.
Beautiful recollections from a wonderful childhood.
A mom, a dad, six children and happy.
Much happy.
Younger Brother dibsed a potato masher once
& Mom shhhhh, don’t tell anyone, gave it to him.
!! She gave it to him !!
I’ve yet to recover from that covert exchange
& technically speaking, methinks it goes against every single dibs rule, ever.
uh huh.
But along with the masher comes flashbacks of Dad, mashing those potatoes.
No one, and I mean
NO. ONE.
old-school, hand-mashed potatoes like Dad.
Clickity clickity clickity clack.
I can still hear the rhythm tapping in my brain.
Grandchildren and great grands have joined in on the calling of temporary rights now too.
A rock pillow that is so uncomfortably hard, there is no reason for it’s existence.
A tv tray Grandma would set Mrs. Grass Soup on for her Kindergarten bound grandson.
An original light fixture.
A brownie making bowl.
A snow shovel.
A homemade gift from days long past.
Yep.
These are just a few of the treasured items on our Dibs List.
ahhhh.
Memories.
Nowadays, when someone lovingly shouts ! DIBS ! Dad wholeheartedly responds
TAKE IT …! … Get it outta here .. ! ! !
& sometimes, we do,
but most times,
we take a pic,
send a ! ! DIBS ! !
then tuck it right where we found it,
deciding instead to keep our irreplaceable time warp around for as long as possible.
♥